“Well, I will if you wish, Miss,” said the Ancient Mariner. “It was written specially for me by a gentleman who came out in my horse and cart one day.” And, taking his pipe from his mouth, he began singing in a gruff voice the following song:—
“For ‘sixpence a head,’ the Mariner said
He would take us an hour on the sea,
‘Oh, sixpence a head’s very little,’ we said,
‘So we’ll all go aboard,’ said we
“‘I SEEM TO KNOW YOUR FACE, SOMEHOW.’”
“Then ho! heave ho! the wild winds did blow,
And we none of us felt very jolly,
While the Skipper persisted in spinning long yarns